Page 69 of Savage Don's Captive

“Shh,tesoro. I’ve got you.” I brush my lips over hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Please,” she whispers.

“You’re...” I slowly push the head inside, meeting slight resistance before her wetness eases my way. With one powerful thrust, her walls stretch around me like a fucking accordion, and I’m buried to the hilt. “Mine.”

The sound that escapes her is pure sin.

Her pussy is perfect around me, stretching to accommodate every inch. I groan, jaw clenched as I fight for control, watching her expression as I slowly withdraw before slamming back inside. Deeper. Claiming every part of her.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries out, biting her lip as her body arches. I grip her thighs, hooking her legs over my shoulders, driving deeper.

look at those tits bounce.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Alessa.”

Her head falls back, lips parted, completely undone.

“You make me feel so good,” she sobs, sweat glistening on her skin, eyes rolling back. “So… fucking… good,” she repeats, legs shaking.”

I pause… edging my release while giving her time to adjust as I lower her legs,—but she doesn’t want that—she rolls her hips bucking upward, taking me deeper while wrapping her legs around my waist, nails scoring my shoulders.

That’s it. My last thread of restraint snaps.

I pull back, then slam into her, hard and deep. In and out.Again and again.

“Faster,” she demands. “Please, Dominic. Fuck me faster.”

She cries out, her head bobbing as I obey, her hands pulling me closer. And then I give her everything.

I pound into her, deep, unrelenting, merciless. Each thrust draws gasps and desperate whimpers from her lips. The headboard slams against the wall, the air thick with the sound of skin meeting skin, our harsh breathing, and the squelchingsounds of me claiming her completely. I press my forehead to hers, breath hot against her lips as I drive into her. “Feel that? Feel how perfectly you take my cock, Alessa?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“You feel how tight your pussy is for me? How fucking wet you are?”

She whimpers, nodding beyond words.

I slide my hand between us, thumb rubbing precise circles over her swollen clit. She grabs my arm, nails digging into muscle as she chants my name.

“I’m so close,” she begs, a tear escaping down her temple.

“Yes,tesoro.”

“Pull out,” she gasps, legs still locked around me. When I don’t answer, she adds, “Please, pull out.”

“I will,” I promise, increasing pressure on her clit. “Come for me, Alessa.”

Her body shatters, a cry tearing from her throat, inner walls clenching. With only seconds to spare, I pull out, pumping my cock against her stomach.

White streaks of cum splatter across her skin, marking her as mine. Her chest heaves as she looks down at my still-pulsing cock.

For long moments, the only sound is our ragged breathing.

I press my forehead to hers, then kiss her—slow this time. Deep. Possessive.

Like I’ve marked her as my own.

Because she is.

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